Leaving the kitchen, Ji Huan first went to the west room.
Dabao was sound asleep; he didn't even stir when she pinched his cheek. Ji Huan smiled, tucked him in, and then carried the oil lamp back to her own room.
She lay down for a long while but still felt wide awake.
She threw on a robe and got up, wandering around the room like a lost soul for a couple of laps. Finally, she sat down in the armchair by the desk and stared blankly into the thick darkness outside the window.
It was only at this moment that reality began to set in.
Tomorrow, she was getting married. Whether real or fake, her name was about to be registered on the same household record as another man's.
The villagers didn't know the inside story. Even Hu Ximei had asked her if this sudden marriage was because of Song Jing.
It was easy to imagine how many people believed that speculation.
People say that the dead of night is when one can most easily find clarity and see their true nature.
